Teenage Novels & Stories

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I drop the photo amongst the ones I’ve already taken a look at and hold another up my face. My jaw clenches. This is a photo of a teenager is sat on a concrete bench just by a fence painted with graffiti at night. The photo graphics gives a late nineties aesthetic. Wearing a leather jacket and black cargo jeans with a can of beer in his hand, the teen stares at the camera boredly. The reddish eyebags around his eyes prove and tells a lot of tales. A lot of struggles most people back then would refer to as teenage hormones. Teens are always misunderstood. I know that because I am one. I take a careful look at the picture before t

“And you aren’t?” He winces. I pause, “You are a teenager right?” He sighs, “My family have work as the peace makers amongst other things, and often times I am trying to learn, so I skipped most of school. Unlike you, who’s eighteen… I am nineteen.” He is big sure, bigger than me, he has a beautiful smile, white teeth that seemed to wink in the sunlight, his muscles scream live in the gym. “That’s still a teenager.” He sucks on his teeth,

Andalee was 22 years old and as she walked into Mara Woods High School, she officially became what she had always wanted to be, a school teacher. She knew a lot of people who thought she was weird for wanting to teach high school kids. They told her kids were dangerous and that they had raging hormones. She just shrugged it off most of the time. It was hard for her to articulate that it was such an awkward age and that teens were the ones who needed to most help. She was very excited about being there for kids when they first became adults.

​It is hard being a fresh graduate of a course that requires strong connections just to get your foot in the door of your dream job. I was just lucky to have parents who supported all my dreams. I am Hannah Martin, and we live on a small island in the Philippines. My parents are farmers, and the life we live here is quiet and peaceful. The only sad part is knowing I will have to temporarily leave this sanctuary to fulfill my ambitions.

Their sharp teeth showed. I could feel my heart beating at a unusually fast pace. I was ready for anything, I did not allow fear to control me, I was ready to face anything. The door was still wide open, and in came a group of teenage boys, way younger than me. But some seem to be my age. They were 15 in number. Their eyes glowed, their teeth sharp just like those of Jake and Sheamus. I had never seen them before. They all bowed in Jake's presence.

The girls exchanged looks. "Are you sick?" the other asked. "No," Ava said too fast. "Just… stress." Nodding to this, they evidently did not believe. One of them bent down and whispered something to the other. Ava caught only a few words. "...heard she’s engaged..." "...so young..." Ava’s chest tightened. She came out of the bathroom with a burning face. When she was in school, she sat at her desk and looked at the board. The voice of the teacher became no more than a noise. Her stomach rolled again, and she put her hand on it beneath the desk.

Tate says sulkily, looking at Maeve and Meadow. “Actually, I do,” Maeve says, just as I’m about to suggest that he come help me with….something. I don’t know what I was going to suggest, but I can already tell that Tate needs a male role model in his life. He lost his parents at 10 and he’s been living with two older sisters that have been barely salvaging their little family. He’s going through puberty and probably too embarrassed to talk to Maeve about anything to do with the changes in his body. I’ll have to ask Maeve what he likes to do. If I’m going to be mated to his sister, that makes him my brother and I want us to have a good relationship.

All the boys at least had a little idea of such a decent girl she was who would never do them wrong. An entire week for the teenagers who newly graduated from junior high to senior high passed by in deciding which girl they wanted to try hitting on as every one of them wanted to have a girlfriend now. That was because they wanted to make the most of the coed years of their school life, which was very new to them.

“Just go have a good time with your cousin.” Tate and Chuck made casual small-talk as they walked down to the peaceful riverbank, then cast out their fishing lines into the sparkling water. “So… you finally turned 18, huh?” Chuck asked with a sly grin. “Yeah, about a month ago.” “You must be psyched to be getting all that mommy-meat this year,” Chuck said knowingly. Tate gave him a confused look. “Mommy-meat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, a whole tent full of mommy meat. It’s a special tradition that happens when a male family member turns 18.”